Pink Snot

My friend hates needles but he’s not chicken
He knows all the statistics and his chance is slim
He’s making up excuses just to buy tin foil
And erode all of the meat around his gangly coil
I know a lot of men in hardcore bands
Who collectively funding the Colombians
Straight-edge guys who turn to weed and beer
Now they all got divorced and they all grew beards
Not me, I’m a pill man
Not me, I’m a pill man
Not me, it’s a thrill, man
Not me, I like my pills
Some say it’s a simple and a sterile crutch
A number on the bottle and three lines of dust
Killing brain cells in increments
Just to reel it all in 'til it all makes sense
So you like to have a drink knowing you might drown
In the Friday’s bar where the dead go down
Take opioids or your homespun meth
Or claim that tripping helps you write the best
Not me, I’m a pill man
Not me, I’m a pill man
Not me, it’s a thrill, man
Not me, I like
Not me, I like
Not me, I like my pills
Not me, I’m a pill man
Not me, I’m a pill man
Not me, I’m a fill man
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me
Not me